The two heavy machine guns fired alternately and fired for ten minutes before finally stopping. The reason why they stopped was because the barrels of the guns had been damaged and they could no longer fire, so they stopped firing.
This round of fire clearly demonstrated the paranoia of the French and their hatred of the Germans. The work that could have been completed in two minutes had to be delayed to ten minutes, which not only wasted bullets, but also scrapped two machine guns. This
I don't know whether to praise or condemn this behavior.
Fortunately, one thing can be confirmed. After ten minutes of strafing, it has been determined that there is no living thing behind the passage as long as it is within the shooting range. Not even a fly can survive. If it cannot be beaten to death, it will be smoked to death.
After the gunfire stopped, a group of French soldiers who had been prepared threw a few grenades into the passage and then swarmed in.
The passage was in a mess. Except for the dark red color on the walls, which could prove that a massacre had just occurred here, all the objects had lost their original shape and were broken into pieces. They were spread on the floor. They made a popping sound when you stepped on them.
It feels like stepping on swamp ground.
This is because the dead Germans have turned into minced meat and are mixed in the soil under their feet.
Everyone knew why, but no one pointed out the reason, and everything happened in silence.
Not long after walking into the passage, we came to a corner again. As soon as a French soldier rounded the corner, he shouted crazily: "Heavy machine gun"
As soon as he finished speaking, mg08's crazy roar sounded from the other side of the corner.
dong dong dong
It's still a familiar feeling, it's still a familiar smell, the choking smell of gunpowder smoke, the dirty air, the terrifying screams, and the chain of tracer bullets.
Offensive and defensive positions.
What should I do? David has become dependent on Qin Zhiyuan. If he has any questions, he should go to Xiao Qin.
Throw grenades, and then use light machine guns to clear the way. Shoot at every corner where there may be German troops. At the critical moment, Qin Zhiyuan still has the information. The tactics he mentioned were summed up by the Soviets during the Battle of Stalingrad during World War II.
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Coincidentally, those who fought against the Soviets in the Battle of Stalingrad were also Germans.
Hurry up, bring some light machine guns over, and prepare grenades. David obeyed Qin Zhiyuan's advice, and he would try it first before deciding.
After a short meeting, the M1915 Shaucha light machine gun and grenades were in place. David personally selected 8 strong machine gunners and ordered them to open the way in front.
The German mg08 also had a shooting gap. Just when the madly roaring mg08 temporarily shut up, two French soldiers rushed out of the corner and threw grenades.
The first two French soldiers did not throw their grenades at all. They were knocked down by mg08 as soon as they came out of the corner. The insane penetrating power of the 7.92 mm full-charge warhead instantly tore the two soldiers into pieces, and their broken limbs and blood and internal organs were flying in the sky.
The French were already numb to this situation. As long as the commander did not give the order to stop, the subsequent French troops would rush over one after another and then be torn into pieces by mg08.
Perhaps for them, death is also a kind of relief.
It can't be like this, the casualties are too heavy. Even though the person who died was not a Chinese, Qin Zhiyuan couldn't bear it. This kind of mercy has nothing to do with stance, but the flash of humanity.
Death cannot scare us, for the sake of France. David looked holy, and it seemed that if all the soldiers died, he would pounce on them without hesitation.
The two soldiers roared and rushed forward for France, and were knocked down again.
In order to prepare more French soldiers, they hung the grenade tab on their little finger and held it tightly in their hands. In this way, even if they were killed, as long as they did not let go, the grenade would not explode among their companions.
Are they crazy? Gao Hongshi looked confused. He could not understand this kind of suicide.
No, their hatred was so deep that they became crazy. Qin Zhiyuan was not unfamiliar with this kind of scene. There was once a unit that was also so crazy, so forward and successive, so fearless of life and death.
Suddenly a whistle sounded from above the passage, and then someone shouted: The Germans are coming, everyone is ready.
David cursed angrily and looked at the French soldiers lying at the entrance of the passage with rage.
You lead people up, and I will lead people to watch over here and not let the Germans come out. We will fight when you come back. The Germans on the ground have already launched a charge, and there is no time to waste. We must withstand the Germans on the ground, otherwise,
The French and Chinese who are preparing to catch a turtle in a jar will be attacked from both sides.
Okay, half an hour at most. David has no better choice but to trust Qin Zhiyuan: I'll leave a few machine guns for you, but don't let them come out.
Don't worry. Qin Zhiyuan took out the m1911 from his waist. He opened the safety and loaded the gun.
Perhaps Qin Zhiyuan's calmness infected David. David took a deep breath, patted Qin Zhiyuan's shoulder heavily, and ran towards the tunnel entrance with the remaining Frenchmen.
Brother, can we hold on? Although Chen Kangjian was doubtful, he still imitated Qin Zhiyuan and checked the weapons in his hands.
How can you know Qin Zhiyuan without trying? There is no absolute certainty, but you have to try to know.
He carried the box of grenades and threw one in after a while. Qin Zhiyuan taught Chen Kangjian how to use grenades, and then moved the box of grenades to Chen Kangjian.
This thing should be used by Lao Liu. Their Tai Chi skills are all about hand skills. As a leg practitioner, my hand skills are not as good as those of Lao Liu. Chen Kangjian looked confused and scratched his head for a long time before he came up with this sentence.
Zheng Dali, who is from Kaifeng, Henan, is good at Tai Chi's hand skills. He is not convinced. His family's ancestral tradition is Eagle Claw Boxing, which specializes in hand skills.
So the task of throwing grenades was given to Zheng Dali.
Zheng Dali happily carried the box to the corner. Following Qin Zhiyuan's instructions, he unscrewed the back cover of the grenade, pulled out the pull ring, paused for two seconds, and then did not move, as if he was just moving his forearm and wrist casually.
With a shake, without even moving his big arm, the smoking grenade flew into the tunnel.
There was a violent explosion mixed with painful howls, and then there was a faint sound of falling earth and rocks, and everything fell silent.
This thing is simple and powerful. Zheng Dali was very satisfied with the attack effect. With a flick of his hand, two more grenades with green smoke flew over.
Rumble, boom, rumble
Youjin Zheng Dali was having a lot of fun, and he reached out to get the grenades again. Greif had already put two grenades at hand, and the lids were unscrewed.
After throwing away more than a dozen coins, Hu Tingfeng whispered into Qin Zhiyuan's ear: Mr. Qin, it's done, there's no one over there, they've all run away
Qin Zhiyuan listened carefully, and sure enough, there was no movement.
Wait for me to take a look. Qin Zhiyuan took off his helmet, lay down on the ground and took a quick look, then stood up and confirmed: Be careful and follow me. Behind me is Lao Hu, then Lao Chen, then Dali, and then Lao Ge.
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With this group of people here, it's really not difficult to fight in the streets.
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